You break me- I need my pieces badly
You take me- I want myself back madly
You fight me- I want a nice peace treaty
You light me- I want the darkness completely
Tape my wing down
Hold my blue toe to the ground
Take my senses
But you can't take my license to thrill
You can't mold me- I'll take the clay and make a snake
You can't hold me- I can't be anything that's fake
take my life
But don't take my license to thrill
I wonder- why I ever bothered
You can't see- I've been plenty fathered
And sometimes- I can see straight through your blue eyes
You're so blind- you can't see when someone else cries
Chorus
I guess it's not so bad
You gard me, hold my hand
You just can't strip away
My quirkiness today
I guess it's not so bad
It's not so bad
Chorus ( last part)
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